a place to go to and the end of where we are headed on a vacation, we have made it to our destination.
VaLarry
A destination is a place to go. A lot of times we travel without one. A destination is an unreal thing,if you think about it. Destine. Destine for something. For somewhere. For someone
Melody
is it really about the destination? i know that it isn’t because that’s what everybody says: it’s about the journey!! right? then perhaps we should get rid of the word destination completely. there won’t be destinations anymore, only stops on a longer journey. When you travel, there will be no destination; people will as “where will you be pausing this week” and you will answer “I don’t know yet, but I’ll let you know when I get there”
zafu
Thailand
Lottery win
Everywhere I want to travel
Mitzie LaPort
is where i’m trying to go. a place where the cannibus resides on every hilltop.where people don’t follow the fake or clique but listin to the real.
Eric Desrochers
Destination.
I wonder.
This word is… Foggy, at best.
Or for me, it is.
There are many places I want to be.
But if they’ll work out, who knows?
Sometimes I wonder, I do.
Agh, whatever.
Abigail
Warm, summer breezes enevelope my face as I stare out at the vast ocean. The flowers dotting the area surrounding me are a sight for sore eyes. The drink in my hand is cool and refreshing…oh the places you can go when you only imagine!!
Alycia
Entering: Park Street
The Destination of this train is: Government Center
Change here for the red and orange lines.
Entering: Woodland
The Destination of this train is: Riverside
I hear these words roughly 10 times a week. I spend roughly half my life on the T. Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration.
Boston’s public transportation rocks.
danaë
Entering: Park Street
The Destination of this train is: Government Center
Change here for the red and orange lines.
Entering: Woodland
The Destination of this train is: Riverside
I hear these words roughly 10 times a week. I spend roughly half my life on the T. Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration.
Boston’s public transportation rocks.
danaë
the place i want to go. the place we want to go. as one, as many. A place we want to know yet we dont want it declared. For we as humans need either direction or lost of direction for us to live
Boo
I have no idea where I’m going, but I am excited about it. That’s what’s so great about life… as much as you plan, you have no idea where you’re going to end up. But yet you still go anyway. The train keeps moving, and you have many chances to get off and make the trip your own, but you are always going SOMEWEHERE.
Anna
I don’t know whether or not where he is determines whether or not he’ll stay faithful. I hope that the way he feels about me, the strength of love he has in his heart, overpowers the temptations of being away.
See
I want to travel. to see the world. it isn’t just the destination but the experience. I’m leaving for south america soon. I’m nervous. wait, I’m nervous? I didn’t even know that until I wrote it. I’m going with someone I love. It’s not the destination.
Foster
What’s your destination?
The question startled me, I’d not thought of any particular place when I boarded the train…simply sat down and allowed my thoughts to settle into the cold oatmeal that was my brain.
What’s your destination?
He repeated it, never losing patience, needing to mark his list with the newest passenger.
I sat a moment longer–actually, I sat longer than it has taken me to write this. I sat, waiting for the answer to leave my puzzled mouth.
What’s your destination?
It came forth, borne on a sigh of fear– sanity…. that’s my destination.
(Written on my blackberry–while I wait in a hospital room)
quin browne
Paris. That was his destination. Marly left for Paris yesterday morning, right before…No he couldn’t think of that. All it did was rip him into. He had to get her back. He spent all his savings for this ticket. It had to work, it just had too.
Melinda
The three teens walked without destination in the white abyss, their legs carrying them across unseen ground. The older of the trio wondered how they had gotten there and how (IF) they would ever get out.
Rachael
a tropical vaction. foaming waves, sandy beach, sun overhead. ice cold drink in hand, the distant laughter of children breaks the reverie of the lovely light of day
Heather
Oh god! Such little time! My destination lies ahead of me. The sunny deserts of Egypt. WOW! I used to live in the french alps, so the weather is going to change alot!
Sophie
where do i go where do i stay you have to find me stay with me don’t go don’t leave you have to stay i want to find you find myself keep searching keep moving why me why you
Eljay
my destination is the french alps. I am in the plane, on the way to england, and then france. We are going permanetly, and I am sooo excited.
Sophie
Where are we know? Is a a place? A state of mind? I think that to make it anywhere, you have to get lost for a little while. Nothing can show you the path to nowhere but emptiness. Walking
Sara
I’m traveling along a road, stumbling through the darkness with no destination in sight. My path leads forward, but only into the shadow of uncertainty. Hopefully, one day, a flare of glorious light will illuminate the trail. But until then, I can do nothing but blindly shuffle on and on.
vish
destination…. huh. Root word? Destiny? Is it your destiny to get where you want to? I Mean you don’t always quite GET there do you? What if you get into an accident? or your future becomes muddled? Then what? Well….. Good luck getting to your destination then, I know I’ll need it enough for where I’m going or wanna go anyway.
byes! Hope ya had fun reading this one =)
Tiger
well it’s certainly somewhere I use to think that I was heading that had a prize at the end. Now life is more about the journey. I’m not so in a rush to get here or there!
Catherine Powell
Ziele sind schwer zu erreichen sonst wären sie keine ziele. jede mensch hat ziele und man muss einen steinigen weg gehen um sie zu erreichen, wenn man sie erreicht hat ist das ziel erreiecht und man kann stolz berichhten das ziel erreicht zu haben
Steiner
there is a place i want to go. I can’t get there but I like the song about it crystal waters sings it and i heard it just last week. when it wasnt as hot outside and I didn’t have to hide in my bedroom in front of the ac
Noel
I saw it once, at the end of a long climb along a centuries-old wall, top of the world, peak of heroes, and there I was, destination unimagined which brought me to the edge, my edge.
Taddy
we drove all day and all night and yet we never even came close to tennessee state lines. everyone told us the trip was futile, that we’d never make it. or if we made it, that we’d never survive there. but that’s was a risk we were willing to take, just to get away from it all.
Olivia
my fav destination is a place in my dreams where i have the power to be who i want when i want.
the place where only i have all possiblities to dream big and act big. that place is home
kay21
This is not a destination. It’s only a point of interest, and after I’ve spent enough time here, it’s time to leave. Where is the next stop? Will I ever find my true destination? Perhaps I will wander until I find that place where I willingly let my heart dwell forever.
ac
i am on a road, it stretches out before me, long and narrow but the curves never seems to stop coming. I slow down, i slam my breaks, a deer ran in front of me. I keep going. the orange line beside me passes in quick succession. This road will never end, my destination never quite complete.
kasyn
I did not know where I was going, just walking. I had absolutely no destination in mind. I love to just wander about, see what I find, see who I find. It always ends up being an interesting experience that I otherwise would have missed out on. Thank goodness for wandering without a destination.
CC
It’s the place we go. And while when you set out on the path, you may have a plan. In the end, you’ll always realize that your simply along for the ride. That’s the way life goes. Its a journey to an unknown destination.
Brendan Koch
Location, a place, expensive, costs money, bring a friend, europe, cruise, asia, japan, bike, walk, drive, fly, just get there. Take as little as possible and move quickly, there’s so many places to go.
B
place
vacation
town
fun
adventure
car
bus
mike
destination unknown
marjan
is a place you go, you dont always know the exact one. some times you stumble upon it purely by accident. there may or may not be something wonderful waiting for you when you get there, but everyone know that getting there is the most important part.
Kirbie
Ava thought about her destination; would it be far flung or nearby? Soon she was stuffing essentials in a small bag…always pack light, Mom said. Off to Bangkok: her dream destination; with not much on her back…
mdp
we all end up there, or do we? never really- what’s a destination in the end, if life exists without any ending but the final one? so is death the only real destination? yet we never really feel or experience death, just dying. so there really exists no ultimate destination. all life is in the traveling, in the experiencing.
victor
I arrive. The gun is locked and loaded. The dusty windows herald the presence of something old and possibly powerful. I’m ready though. I was born ready. Stepping up to the gargoyle gates, I crack my knuckles and smirk to myself. “It’s time to kick some zombie ass and chew beef jerky…and I’m all out of luck.”
a place to go to and the end of where we are headed on a vacation, we have made it to our destination.
A destination is a place to go. A lot of times we travel without one. A destination is an unreal thing,if you think about it. Destine. Destine for something. For somewhere. For someone
is it really about the destination? i know that it isn’t because that’s what everybody says: it’s about the journey!! right? then perhaps we should get rid of the word destination completely. there won’t be destinations anymore, only stops on a longer journey. When you travel, there will be no destination; people will as “where will you be pausing this week” and you will answer “I don’t know yet, but I’ll let you know when I get there”
Thailand
Lottery win
Everywhere I want to travel
is where i’m trying to go. a place where the cannibus resides on every hilltop.where people don’t follow the fake or clique but listin to the real.
Destination.
I wonder.
This word is… Foggy, at best.
Or for me, it is.
There are many places I want to be.
But if they’ll work out, who knows?
Sometimes I wonder, I do.
Agh, whatever.
Warm, summer breezes enevelope my face as I stare out at the vast ocean. The flowers dotting the area surrounding me are a sight for sore eyes. The drink in my hand is cool and refreshing…oh the places you can go when you only imagine!!
Entering: Park Street
The Destination of this train is: Government Center
Change here for the red and orange lines.
Entering: Woodland
The Destination of this train is: Riverside
I hear these words roughly 10 times a week. I spend roughly half my life on the T. Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration.
Boston’s public transportation rocks.
Entering: Park Street
The Destination of this train is: Government Center
Change here for the red and orange lines.
Entering: Woodland
The Destination of this train is: Riverside
I hear these words roughly 10 times a week. I spend roughly half my life on the T. Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration.
Boston’s public transportation rocks.
the place i want to go. the place we want to go. as one, as many. A place we want to know yet we dont want it declared. For we as humans need either direction or lost of direction for us to live
I have no idea where I’m going, but I am excited about it. That’s what’s so great about life… as much as you plan, you have no idea where you’re going to end up. But yet you still go anyway. The train keeps moving, and you have many chances to get off and make the trip your own, but you are always going SOMEWEHERE.
I don’t know whether or not where he is determines whether or not he’ll stay faithful. I hope that the way he feels about me, the strength of love he has in his heart, overpowers the temptations of being away.
I want to travel. to see the world. it isn’t just the destination but the experience. I’m leaving for south america soon. I’m nervous. wait, I’m nervous? I didn’t even know that until I wrote it. I’m going with someone I love. It’s not the destination.
What’s your destination?
The question startled me, I’d not thought of any particular place when I boarded the train…simply sat down and allowed my thoughts to settle into the cold oatmeal that was my brain.
What’s your destination?
He repeated it, never losing patience, needing to mark his list with the newest passenger.
I sat a moment longer–actually, I sat longer than it has taken me to write this. I sat, waiting for the answer to leave my puzzled mouth.
What’s your destination?
It came forth, borne on a sigh of fear– sanity…. that’s my destination.
(Written on my blackberry–while I wait in a hospital room)
Paris. That was his destination. Marly left for Paris yesterday morning, right before…No he couldn’t think of that. All it did was rip him into. He had to get her back. He spent all his savings for this ticket. It had to work, it just had too.
The three teens walked without destination in the white abyss, their legs carrying them across unseen ground. The older of the trio wondered how they had gotten there and how (IF) they would ever get out.
a tropical vaction. foaming waves, sandy beach, sun overhead. ice cold drink in hand, the distant laughter of children breaks the reverie of the lovely light of day
Oh god! Such little time! My destination lies ahead of me. The sunny deserts of Egypt. WOW! I used to live in the french alps, so the weather is going to change alot!
where do i go where do i stay you have to find me stay with me don’t go don’t leave you have to stay i want to find you find myself keep searching keep moving why me why you
my destination is the french alps. I am in the plane, on the way to england, and then france. We are going permanetly, and I am sooo excited.
Where are we know? Is a a place? A state of mind? I think that to make it anywhere, you have to get lost for a little while. Nothing can show you the path to nowhere but emptiness. Walking
I’m traveling along a road, stumbling through the darkness with no destination in sight. My path leads forward, but only into the shadow of uncertainty. Hopefully, one day, a flare of glorious light will illuminate the trail. But until then, I can do nothing but blindly shuffle on and on.
destination…. huh. Root word? Destiny? Is it your destiny to get where you want to? I Mean you don’t always quite GET there do you? What if you get into an accident? or your future becomes muddled? Then what? Well….. Good luck getting to your destination then, I know I’ll need it enough for where I’m going or wanna go anyway.
byes! Hope ya had fun reading this one =)
well it’s certainly somewhere I use to think that I was heading that had a prize at the end. Now life is more about the journey. I’m not so in a rush to get here or there!
Ziele sind schwer zu erreichen sonst wären sie keine ziele. jede mensch hat ziele und man muss einen steinigen weg gehen um sie zu erreichen, wenn man sie erreicht hat ist das ziel erreiecht und man kann stolz berichhten das ziel erreicht zu haben
there is a place i want to go. I can’t get there but I like the song about it crystal waters sings it and i heard it just last week. when it wasnt as hot outside and I didn’t have to hide in my bedroom in front of the ac
I saw it once, at the end of a long climb along a centuries-old wall, top of the world, peak of heroes, and there I was, destination unimagined which brought me to the edge, my edge.
we drove all day and all night and yet we never even came close to tennessee state lines. everyone told us the trip was futile, that we’d never make it. or if we made it, that we’d never survive there. but that’s was a risk we were willing to take, just to get away from it all.
my fav destination is a place in my dreams where i have the power to be who i want when i want.
the place where only i have all possiblities to dream big and act big. that place is home
This is not a destination. It’s only a point of interest, and after I’ve spent enough time here, it’s time to leave. Where is the next stop? Will I ever find my true destination? Perhaps I will wander until I find that place where I willingly let my heart dwell forever.
i am on a road, it stretches out before me, long and narrow but the curves never seems to stop coming. I slow down, i slam my breaks, a deer ran in front of me. I keep going. the orange line beside me passes in quick succession. This road will never end, my destination never quite complete.
I did not know where I was going, just walking. I had absolutely no destination in mind. I love to just wander about, see what I find, see who I find. It always ends up being an interesting experience that I otherwise would have missed out on. Thank goodness for wandering without a destination.
It’s the place we go. And while when you set out on the path, you may have a plan. In the end, you’ll always realize that your simply along for the ride. That’s the way life goes. Its a journey to an unknown destination.
Location, a place, expensive, costs money, bring a friend, europe, cruise, asia, japan, bike, walk, drive, fly, just get there. Take as little as possible and move quickly, there’s so many places to go.
place
vacation
town
fun
adventure
car
bus
destination unknown
is a place you go, you dont always know the exact one. some times you stumble upon it purely by accident. there may or may not be something wonderful waiting for you when you get there, but everyone know that getting there is the most important part.
Ava thought about her destination; would it be far flung or nearby? Soon she was stuffing essentials in a small bag…always pack light, Mom said. Off to Bangkok: her dream destination; with not much on her back…
we all end up there, or do we? never really- what’s a destination in the end, if life exists without any ending but the final one? so is death the only real destination? yet we never really feel or experience death, just dying. so there really exists no ultimate destination. all life is in the traveling, in the experiencing.
I arrive. The gun is locked and loaded. The dusty windows herald the presence of something old and possibly powerful. I’m ready though. I was born ready. Stepping up to the gargoyle gates, I crack my knuckles and smirk to myself. “It’s time to kick some zombie ass and chew beef jerky…and I’m all out of luck.”